Chapter 79

“You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!” Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. “You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week.”

Rogue looked down at Stacy and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. “Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love,” he whispered. “I promise, I will make them suffer.”

He then walked toward the woods, not looking back at the pack. “If any of them try to leave, break their legs! I want them alive, for now!” was the last thing Rogue said to his men before he disappeared. The rest of his men remained, but they retreated into the trees, out of sight—still there, but watching.

The silence that followed was deafening. No one said a word. They stared at each other, all in shock. No one knew what to say. The knowledge that all their dea